The wolves know by now not to get too close to town- they know the repercussions they would face if they tried to crash into a settlement. It granted them both reprieve as they were finally able to pass through the gates and into safety, the wolves giving up their chase and returning back to the meal they had already captured.

Felih gives K'pandolu a sheepish grin. "Yes. There's two- cute little things. I forgot that coeurls oft have litters of a pair," he chirps, slowing down and finally dismounting Stormwind, patting the chocobo and letting it rest. The saddlebags are moving- because the kits in the bags are fussing and squirming, trying to curiously peek their faces out from under the flaps. One was the garden-variety spotted coat found in most of temperate Eorzea, but one was notably black-furred.

"And of course- I've raised plenty of wildcats," he says with a grin, opening the bags and letting the tiny kits try to clamber out. "These two are so young, they'll be easier to train for a beginner," he chirps, scooping one up in each arm before going and offering a kit to K'pandolu. "I almost didn't see this one- she was blending in pretty well in the dark," he says, looking at the black coeurl.

"You wanna pick yours?"